I dreamed I was reclining on my pink plastic daybed, listening to T.S. Eliot recite the Four Quartets... "I said to my soul, be still, wait without thought for you are not ready for thought". Then, I thought there was an owl, about to tickle me with his wing. Motto cards floated down from the past. Was it really a dream? Or just playing around with Photoshop!
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